...fanatics read my blog.
For all you fans out there who saw my post, I had Nick's phone number once. Oh and his guitar player totally hit on me. Oh and...
Love,
Jenna
P.S. My last post made it onto a fan site for Nick Lachey so I just wanted to share a little more of my Lachey history with all of them.
Monday, August 25, 2008
Sometimes I can't avoid...
...the Lachey brothers. I love the Lachey's. Who? Nick and Drew Lachey. Celebrity brothers or brothers who are celebrities (of course, I'm using the term celebrity loosely as they may not be at the top of the A-listers) that I absolutely adore. What makes them celebrities: 98 degrees, Dancing with the Stars, MTV's Newlyweds, etc. (duh).
Last Friday, in true Jenna style, I decided that instead of riding the subway to my friends place 20+ blocks down and across town, I would walk there instead. So with my little green ipod in hand and my messenger bag draped over my shoulder, I set out on my quest. When I take my long walks across town I like to set my ipod on "shuffle" mode and see where it takes me. First on the playlist that night, "Sweet Talk" by The Killers, probably one of my favorite Killers songs. Next, Rihanna's "Breakin' Dishes," the ultimate man hater song. Then came Nick Lachey's classic, "I Can't Hate You Anymore."
In truer Jenna style, I started humming audibly. In NYC, I have no problem singing to myself down the street. If I look crazy, so be it. There's always someone crazier anyway (That's sort of my attitude with most things: there's always someone slower, dumber, smarter, prettier, uglier...It's a great coping mechanism.)
With my music, I was making good time down 8th Ave through the intense Friday night Times Square crowds. Near 42nd St., I ran into the little red hand informing me that it was not time to cross the street. Usually I disregard the hand and dodge cabs and other New Jersey vehicles in an attempt to cross, but I was in such a good mood, I decided to wait my turn. In truest Jenna style, I began staring at the couple next to me, still humming of course. Dressed in casual clothes (jeans and t-shirts), they were holding hands and quietly chatting with each other. I noticed the man wore a baseball cap which is an odd piece of clothing for a Friday night unless you are a tourist from the midwest who wears hats inappropriately because
a. you think it's stylish
b. you are going bald
or
c. you are a celebrity trying to pose as a midwest tourist in Times Square.
I was hoping for c so I looked more closely still humming and now more loudly as I concentrated on his face. He looked up and, boom, our eyes met. It was Drew Lachey. I shifted my eyes over to the woman to make sure it was his wife and thankfully, it was.
Then I realized something: I'm staring at Drew and Mrs. Lachey humming his brother's hit song.
Then I thought: Should I ask Drew for Nick's phone number?
Before I had time to decide, the light changed, he looked at me again, probably to make sure I wasn't going to follow him, and I blushed and walked quickly in the other direction. Gosh, I love those guys.
This is a true story.
Love,
Jenna
P.S. I did make it to my friends apt. I missed the 7/11 though which I was hoping to pass so I could big gulp my way there. That doesn't even make sense but I loved typing it so it stays.
Last Friday, in true Jenna style, I decided that instead of riding the subway to my friends place 20+ blocks down and across town, I would walk there instead. So with my little green ipod in hand and my messenger bag draped over my shoulder, I set out on my quest. When I take my long walks across town I like to set my ipod on "shuffle" mode and see where it takes me. First on the playlist that night, "Sweet Talk" by The Killers, probably one of my favorite Killers songs. Next, Rihanna's "Breakin' Dishes," the ultimate man hater song. Then came Nick Lachey's classic, "I Can't Hate You Anymore."
In truer Jenna style, I started humming audibly. In NYC, I have no problem singing to myself down the street. If I look crazy, so be it. There's always someone crazier anyway (That's sort of my attitude with most things: there's always someone slower, dumber, smarter, prettier, uglier...It's a great coping mechanism.)
With my music, I was making good time down 8th Ave through the intense Friday night Times Square crowds. Near 42nd St., I ran into the little red hand informing me that it was not time to cross the street. Usually I disregard the hand and dodge cabs and other New Jersey vehicles in an attempt to cross, but I was in such a good mood, I decided to wait my turn. In truest Jenna style, I began staring at the couple next to me, still humming of course. Dressed in casual clothes (jeans and t-shirts), they were holding hands and quietly chatting with each other. I noticed the man wore a baseball cap which is an odd piece of clothing for a Friday night unless you are a tourist from the midwest who wears hats inappropriately because
a. you think it's stylish
b. you are going bald
or
c. you are a celebrity trying to pose as a midwest tourist in Times Square.
I was hoping for c so I looked more closely still humming and now more loudly as I concentrated on his face. He looked up and, boom, our eyes met. It was Drew Lachey. I shifted my eyes over to the woman to make sure it was his wife and thankfully, it was.
Then I realized something: I'm staring at Drew and Mrs. Lachey humming his brother's hit song.
Then I thought: Should I ask Drew for Nick's phone number?
Before I had time to decide, the light changed, he looked at me again, probably to make sure I wasn't going to follow him, and I blushed and walked quickly in the other direction. Gosh, I love those guys.
This is a true story.
Love,
Jenna
P.S. I did make it to my friends apt. I missed the 7/11 though which I was hoping to pass so I could big gulp my way there. That doesn't even make sense but I loved typing it so it stays.
Monday, August 18, 2008
Sometimes I feel uninspired...
...so I ask my friends for help.
(The following are real IM conversations. Most of them, at least.)
Conversation A:
Jenna: Hey friend #1, what should I write about?
Friend #1: sticky fingers and calendar days ha
Jenna: Booo, too easy.
Conversation B:
Jenna: Hey friend #2, what should I write about?
Friend #2: Transitions between bubble life and Liberal Mayhem, and the difficulty in between.
Friend #2: I don't really like to talk about my personal life in that much detail.
Conversation C:
Jenna: Hey friend #3, what should I write about?
Friend #3: My undying love for Clay Aiken.
Jenna: Aaah, we can't be friends anymore. Saaaaad. :(
Love,
Jenna
P.S. I'd just like to say that Friend #1, #2, and #3 are in no particular order. I like them all equally, well, I mean, except for #3. But obviously, you can understand why.
(The following are real IM conversations. Most of them, at least.)
Conversation A:
Jenna: Hey friend #1, what should I write about?
Friend #1: sticky fingers and calendar days ha
Jenna: Booo, too easy.
Conversation B:
Jenna: Hey friend #2, what should I write about?
Friend #2: Transitions between bubble life and Liberal Mayhem, and the difficulty in between.
Friend #2: I don't really like to talk about my personal life in that much detail.
Conversation C:
Jenna: Hey friend #3, what should I write about?
Friend #3: My undying love for Clay Aiken.
Jenna: Aaah, we can't be friends anymore. Saaaaad. :(
Love,
Jenna
P.S. I'd just like to say that Friend #1, #2, and #3 are in no particular order. I like them all equally, well, I mean, except for #3. But obviously, you can understand why.
Monday, August 11, 2008
Sometimes Michael Phelps...
...probably thinks, "It's too bad I'm not better looking in the face." Yes, he probably thinks that.
Go Phelps!
Love,
Jenna
Go Phelps!
Love,
Jenna
Sometimes the Olympics...
...are inspiring but really, tell me, are the female volleyball players' tiny uniforms absolutely necessary? Those suits really don't leave much to the imagination. Maybe the less sand in your pants, the better? I don't know. It's been plaguing me all weekend. Scratch volleyball off my list of potential Olympic sports to master.
I think I'm going to try out synchronized diving. I need to find a partner though. Someone who falls as quickly as I do. Anyone?
Too bad I'm not a gymnast. I have the thighs for it.
What other sport should I consider? Well there are plenty to choose from and honestly the older you are the better. 41 is the new 16. I've got twenty years before I even need to worry about being in the Olympics.
Gotta go! Phelps has to win Gold Medal #3 tonight. If he doesn't, I'll lose all respect for him (I'm with the Chinese: nothing but absolute success is acceptable).
Love,
Jenna
P.S. I still haven't seen The Traveling Sisterhood of Pants 2 or The Sisterpants of Travel 2 or the Pants of Traveling Sisterhoods 2. What's it called again? I hear it's a real winner. Way better than the first which I still haven't seen as well so I really wouldn't know. (So why am I talking about it? The previews really captured my imagination. Another movie about magical pants. That's almost as amazing as HellBoy II. Wow.)
Also: John Edwards: SERIOUSLY?
I think I'm going to try out synchronized diving. I need to find a partner though. Someone who falls as quickly as I do. Anyone?
Too bad I'm not a gymnast. I have the thighs for it.
What other sport should I consider? Well there are plenty to choose from and honestly the older you are the better. 41 is the new 16. I've got twenty years before I even need to worry about being in the Olympics.
Gotta go! Phelps has to win Gold Medal #3 tonight. If he doesn't, I'll lose all respect for him (I'm with the Chinese: nothing but absolute success is acceptable).
Love,
Jenna
P.S. I still haven't seen The Traveling Sisterhood of Pants 2 or The Sisterpants of Travel 2 or the Pants of Traveling Sisterhoods 2. What's it called again? I hear it's a real winner. Way better than the first which I still haven't seen as well so I really wouldn't know. (So why am I talking about it? The previews really captured my imagination. Another movie about magical pants. That's almost as amazing as HellBoy II. Wow.)
Also: John Edwards: SERIOUSLY?
Wednesday, August 6, 2008
Sometimes I Watch Backstreet Boys...
...music videos while I write. (My writing suffers but my heart soars.)
The chair routine in "As Long As You Love Me," gets me every time.
Sometimes...I MISS BOY BANDS...
...or maybe I miss being 13 years old? But seriously? To all my fellow 22 year olds out there, was that not an amazing era in music? (The Boy Bands of my generation are groups like NSYNC, Backstreet Boys, 98 Degrees, Five, O-Town, etc. Unfortunately, girls my age caught the boy band train when Boyz II Men, All 4 One, and New Kids on the Block were getting off.)
Top 10 Boy Band Memories:
10. When Nick Carter went through his "fat years," I defended him. I loved him anyway. Try explaining that to a group of evil, blonde, rabid NSYNC fans. I could have died or at least lost a limb if I weren't such an amazing Ninja.
9. Is it bad to pray for love? Is it bad to pray for a BSB member to join my faith, look past our age difference, and marry me? If so, I never actually did that.
8. I have a song for every first:
First Crush = Quit Playing Games with My Heart by BSB
First Boyfriend = Bye Bye Bye by NSYNC
First Kiss = Shape of My Heart by BSB
First Breakup = All or Nothing by O-Town or I Want You Back NSYNC depending on the situation.
First Time I Had to Shop in the Women's section because I grew out of Girls sizes: I Want It That Way by BSB
7. Please read the lyrics for the the Backstreet Boys song "We've Got It Going On" below:
"Everybody groove to the music/everybody jam/oh oh hey/we've been waiting so long/just can't hold it back no more/creeping up and down now/it's time for me to let it go/if you really wanna see/what we can do for you ah/s___ the crazy w_________/sing it."
Until I googled these lyrics five minutes ago, I had no idea what they were singing in those blanks so when singing along in the 7th grade, I would slur my words together so my friends couldn't tell that I didn't know them. If you watch the music video on youtube, http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YcWngQVAMHc and fill in the blanks without googling the lyrics, I will give you a prize. Also watch for the "shoot the basketball" dance move. They really have great form.
6. I attended at least three, possibly four, Backsteet Boys concerts. I was deaf for a minimum of 24 hours after each show but the ringing in my ears was definitely worth it.
5. Sometimes my Dad would take us to an electronics store and let us kids choose a couple of CD's. This is when CD's were still acceptable. So one time, I threw in the single by 5ive titled "Baby, When the Lights Go Out." It slipped through the cracks (phew) and I would secretly listen to it in my room at night. I didn't really understand what they were talking about but I knew it was naughty and feared the wrath of Janae, my mother.
4. When Lance from NSYNC came out of the closet, I called my friend and yelled, "In your face!" I felt kind of bad afterwards when she informed me that her husband just left her for a man....
That wasn't a true story but can you imagine? Whoa. My life isn't that bad after all.
3. Overalls. All Boy Bands, true Boy Bands, have a music video where every member is wearing overalls. Some of them have one strap undone. Oh, that was always the hottest. I wasn't rebellious enough to wear my overalls like that.
2. I was determined to be a pop singer after I heard "I Swear" by All 4 One for the first time. Anyone seen that video lately? The 90's really weren't all that flattering.
1. This past October, yes, October 2007, the newest BSB album came out and on my way to work, I stopped by Virgin Megastore in Times Square to buy one. The Backstreet Boys were there earlier that morning signing copies of "Unbreakable." I tried to convince a dear friend of mine to come stand in line with me at 4 am but she bailed on me due to midterms and I wasn't going alone. So when I got to Virgin Megastore a few hours later there were a few lingering BSB fans. They were roughly my age but all of them were unfortunate looking. It really made me rethink this love. Is it time to move on? Time to put away my childish memories? Am I that homely?
FYI: The new CD was ok. A few classic BSB tunes and a few that were homelier than their fans. Recently, I tried to listen to their first album all the way through. It was hard. Like running a marathon barefoot. Like climbing a mountain with no hands. Like eating over cooked scrambled eggs without any salt. Barf.
If you love Boy Bands, don't be embarrassed. It was in the past. They served their purpose. Love them, leave them, but never forget what they did for you. (Or just watch their old music videos on youtube once in a while. They are all there.)
Love,
Jenna
P.S. I know I've given a lot of love to Boy Bands in this but let's not forget about my girls...The Spice Girls that is. Girl Power!
The chair routine in "As Long As You Love Me," gets me every time.
Sometimes...I MISS BOY BANDS...
...or maybe I miss being 13 years old? But seriously? To all my fellow 22 year olds out there, was that not an amazing era in music? (The Boy Bands of my generation are groups like NSYNC, Backstreet Boys, 98 Degrees, Five, O-Town, etc. Unfortunately, girls my age caught the boy band train when Boyz II Men, All 4 One, and New Kids on the Block were getting off.)
Top 10 Boy Band Memories:
10. When Nick Carter went through his "fat years," I defended him. I loved him anyway. Try explaining that to a group of evil, blonde, rabid NSYNC fans. I could have died or at least lost a limb if I weren't such an amazing Ninja.
9. Is it bad to pray for love? Is it bad to pray for a BSB member to join my faith, look past our age difference, and marry me? If so, I never actually did that.
8. I have a song for every first:
First Crush = Quit Playing Games with My Heart by BSB
First Boyfriend = Bye Bye Bye by NSYNC
First Kiss = Shape of My Heart by BSB
First Breakup = All or Nothing by O-Town or I Want You Back NSYNC depending on the situation.
First Time I Had to Shop in the Women's section because I grew out of Girls sizes: I Want It That Way by BSB
7. Please read the lyrics for the the Backstreet Boys song "We've Got It Going On" below:
"Everybody groove to the music/everybody jam/oh oh hey/we've been waiting so long/just can't hold it back no more/creeping up and down now/it's time for me to let it go/if you really wanna see/what we can do for you ah/s___ the crazy w_________/sing it."
Until I googled these lyrics five minutes ago, I had no idea what they were singing in those blanks so when singing along in the 7th grade, I would slur my words together so my friends couldn't tell that I didn't know them. If you watch the music video on youtube, http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YcWngQVAMHc and fill in the blanks without googling the lyrics, I will give you a prize. Also watch for the "shoot the basketball" dance move. They really have great form.
6. I attended at least three, possibly four, Backsteet Boys concerts. I was deaf for a minimum of 24 hours after each show but the ringing in my ears was definitely worth it.
5. Sometimes my Dad would take us to an electronics store and let us kids choose a couple of CD's. This is when CD's were still acceptable. So one time, I threw in the single by 5ive titled "Baby, When the Lights Go Out." It slipped through the cracks (phew) and I would secretly listen to it in my room at night. I didn't really understand what they were talking about but I knew it was naughty and feared the wrath of Janae, my mother.
4. When Lance from NSYNC came out of the closet, I called my friend and yelled, "In your face!" I felt kind of bad afterwards when she informed me that her husband just left her for a man....
That wasn't a true story but can you imagine? Whoa. My life isn't that bad after all.
3. Overalls. All Boy Bands, true Boy Bands, have a music video where every member is wearing overalls. Some of them have one strap undone. Oh, that was always the hottest. I wasn't rebellious enough to wear my overalls like that.
2. I was determined to be a pop singer after I heard "I Swear" by All 4 One for the first time. Anyone seen that video lately? The 90's really weren't all that flattering.
1. This past October, yes, October 2007, the newest BSB album came out and on my way to work, I stopped by Virgin Megastore in Times Square to buy one. The Backstreet Boys were there earlier that morning signing copies of "Unbreakable." I tried to convince a dear friend of mine to come stand in line with me at 4 am but she bailed on me due to midterms and I wasn't going alone. So when I got to Virgin Megastore a few hours later there were a few lingering BSB fans. They were roughly my age but all of them were unfortunate looking. It really made me rethink this love. Is it time to move on? Time to put away my childish memories? Am I that homely?
FYI: The new CD was ok. A few classic BSB tunes and a few that were homelier than their fans. Recently, I tried to listen to their first album all the way through. It was hard. Like running a marathon barefoot. Like climbing a mountain with no hands. Like eating over cooked scrambled eggs without any salt. Barf.
If you love Boy Bands, don't be embarrassed. It was in the past. They served their purpose. Love them, leave them, but never forget what they did for you. (Or just watch their old music videos on youtube once in a while. They are all there.)
Love,
Jenna
P.S. I know I've given a lot of love to Boy Bands in this but let's not forget about my girls...The Spice Girls that is. Girl Power!
Tuesday, August 5, 2008
Sometimes I think...
...I know what's best for me.
Then I drink another "double gulp.***" That's 64 ounces.****
Then I run to the bathroom every five minutes***** for the next two hours.
Then I think, "Did I drink any water today?"
Of course I did.
Ice, duh.
Phew.
Love,
Jenna
***The double gulp should not be drunk while driving.
****The double gulp is a two handed drink unless your are a professional basketball player.
*****Five minutes is a "Jenna Estimate" therefore time frame could be considered an exaggeration.
P.S. A new season of television is about a month away. I am EXCITED and will have my MUST SEE TV spreadsheet finished by then. So you should GET EXCITED too. It's a lot of work and I hate spreadsheets (I didn't study finance so I'm not best friends with Microsoft Excel...don't judge) but it's always worth it in the end.
Then I drink another "double gulp.***" That's 64 ounces.****
Then I run to the bathroom every five minutes***** for the next two hours.
Then I think, "Did I drink any water today?"
Of course I did.
Ice, duh.
Phew.
Love,
Jenna
***The double gulp should not be drunk while driving.
****The double gulp is a two handed drink unless your are a professional basketball player.
*****Five minutes is a "Jenna Estimate" therefore time frame could be considered an exaggeration.
P.S. A new season of television is about a month away. I am EXCITED and will have my MUST SEE TV spreadsheet finished by then. So you should GET EXCITED too. It's a lot of work and I hate spreadsheets (I didn't study finance so I'm not best friends with Microsoft Excel...don't judge) but it's always worth it in the end.
Saturday, August 2, 2008
Sometimes Harry Potter...
...has to compete with vampires.
Last night I was hanging out at Border's with my homies. I have a few, hard to believe, I know. Obviously we are cool kids, hanging at Border's Bookstore on a Friday night with a mass of middle aged housewives and angst ridden teenage girls (who are dying to be "in love") waiting to see what Stephenie Meyer's has in store for Edward and Bella.
Why were we there? I don't know, especially because my friends are ALL males between the ages of 21-23. Oh wait, that's exactly why we were there. Their odds were especially good last night.
Here's what happened:
1. A girl with "vampire eyes" (contacts that made her look posessed) jumped out from behind a bookshelf and scared me so bad I went ninja on her.
2. Coby hit on girls, I mean, women, I mean...females somewhere in between that stage. Britney Spears has a whole song about it.
3. I discovered that there really are vampires in Utah. My brother Tyler tried to convince me of that when he worked the graveyard shift at the 7/11 in South Provo but I didn't believe him until now. Slurpees are vampires second favorite beverage.
4. I ran into an old friend who knew me when I looked like this:
I'm the girl in the pink "kitty" costume. The other females in the photo would probably sue me if they could for posting this. (I'm laughing inside.)
5. Ryan thanked all of the Border's employees for coming to his party. After a while, they got annoyed, tied him up and offered him as a sacrifice to all the hungry vampires.
6. I didn't see any attractive vampire men so I don't believe in Edward at all.
7. I offered my friends $5.00 to do a variety of dares and none of them took me up on it and I was highly disappointed. Don't worry, I didn't let it ruin my night.
After a night out with vampires, I don't think I am any smarter.
Although I did realize one thing: I need to write a book.
Love,
Jenna
Last night I was hanging out at Border's with my homies. I have a few, hard to believe, I know. Obviously we are cool kids, hanging at Border's Bookstore on a Friday night with a mass of middle aged housewives and angst ridden teenage girls (who are dying to be "in love") waiting to see what Stephenie Meyer's has in store for Edward and Bella.
Why were we there? I don't know, especially because my friends are ALL males between the ages of 21-23. Oh wait, that's exactly why we were there. Their odds were especially good last night.
Here's what happened:
1. A girl with "vampire eyes" (contacts that made her look posessed) jumped out from behind a bookshelf and scared me so bad I went ninja on her.
2. Coby hit on girls, I mean, women, I mean...females somewhere in between that stage. Britney Spears has a whole song about it.
3. I discovered that there really are vampires in Utah. My brother Tyler tried to convince me of that when he worked the graveyard shift at the 7/11 in South Provo but I didn't believe him until now. Slurpees are vampires second favorite beverage.
4. I ran into an old friend who knew me when I looked like this:
I'm the girl in the pink "kitty" costume. The other females in the photo would probably sue me if they could for posting this. (I'm laughing inside.)
5. Ryan thanked all of the Border's employees for coming to his party. After a while, they got annoyed, tied him up and offered him as a sacrifice to all the hungry vampires.
6. I didn't see any attractive vampire men so I don't believe in Edward at all.
7. I offered my friends $5.00 to do a variety of dares and none of them took me up on it and I was highly disappointed. Don't worry, I didn't let it ruin my night.
After a night out with vampires, I don't think I am any smarter.
Although I did realize one thing: I need to write a book.
Love,
Jenna
Tuesday, July 15, 2008
Sometimes I go on vacation...
...from my vacation. So that's where I've been. I got a tan (woohoo!) for the first time in four years. I nearly blinded some young children on the beach. An elderly woman thought she was having a vision because I actually glowed. I let her believe it. I even played along a little. Then she gave me her money and it paid for lunch. Psych!
Anyway, I'm working on some "posts." In the meantime, please enjoy the latest from the Ninja Fund.
Anyway, I'm working on some "posts." In the meantime, please enjoy the latest from the Ninja Fund.
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